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The Compliancy Restraint - PART THREE
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The Compliancy Restraint - PART THREE
Owner is happy.
I woke up. I could not open my eyes. I assumed that I had been there for some time - it felt like none of my muscles had been moved for a number of weeks. They were in such pain. My legs ached. My back ached, like I had been lying down at an awkward angle. I think my arm had become trapped; it was dead.
I've just had another dream. I'm paralysed.
It should not be necessary to manually intervene, adjust or service the compliancy restraint in any way following installation. Program optimisation or point-drift will be addressed via SDRAACS ("Self-Diagnostic Responsive Automatic Algorithmic Correction System"). At least once a week, a SDRAACS auto-triggered restart stabilises the deep-learning registers. SDRAACS restarts occur during sleep to minimise psychological disturbance ...
... but I know when it has happened because there are these really weird, really wild erotic dreams that I get and I'm thinking about them all the next day. For example: I'm naked in a forest, a biker gang hold me, take it in turns. Whilst I'm being fucked and being face-fucked Owner is just standing there. He's not participating. Strangely it is Owner standing there, watching me being used, that is the most memorable part of the dream for me, the most clear aspect of the dream, though the bikers' voices also feel very clear, groaning and abusing, cumming, and my rectum stuffed full of their cum, running out and down my legs all thick, and cum choking me as well. When I cannot breath I wake.
Now that I think of it, that choking was the thing that stands out, my neck being filled and closed by their cum flood, being choked.
That was one dream.
I just feel so relaxed. I feel beautiful, like I've just woken from another dream.
It felt like I was defending myself. Was I? Something like that. It felt real, the way he was touching me - but was I just touching myself?
Owner is happy.
I have no need to worry. The compliancy restraint, through SDRAACS, maintains proper monitoring and corrections. I am safe. When a deviation occurs, SDRAACS restores the approved parameter status. Errors or damage to the compliancy restrain that cannot be resolved by SDRAACS might occur and might initiate an inspection request, but, also, problems might occur in an unmonitored sector and might go unnoticed until a larger breakdown occurs. If the problem lies in the subject interface - meaning the direct control of mental functions and responses - it might be impossible to solve without a factory reset, or even a rebuild of all the implant hardware. This might be dangerous - I might be damaged in the process; so, for my own protection, I might be placed in a protective coma. Complete removal of the compliancy restraint is a hazardous last resort since it might lead to harmful psychosis: withdrawal, depression, self-harm. Suicide is possible. Suicide is always possible.
Owner is happy.
Since the installation he has been consistently happy. My behaviour has improved exponentially, and my enjoyment of that exceeds the expectations I had. I love it that, restricted to his obedience standards, my compliance is to his total satisfaction. And he fucks me. I know I'm good. Everything is perfect. Even when it hurts me.
I knew something was wrong.
I must have woken up.
I can't say what happened. I can't even remember what happened. If I could remember then I might not be so confused. I really am confused though. I tried to remember dreaming but I knew that I had not been dreaming - so I had not been reset. I knew that absolutely for certain.
But then I remembered dreaming.
I was paralysed. I couldn't move even a little bit. It was like I was lying beneath a really heavy blanket - like when I was a kid and Mum tucked me in to bed so tight I couldn't move and I couldn't breath hardly. I was not tied down; I had no strength. It was an unfamiliar and frightening feeling. I was used to the strength of my body. I lifted weights. I was gym strong and super fit. Now I was so weak I could not move my eyelids.
My arms were painful. My stomach felt like it had been punched repeatedly like in a fight, but also from within - punched from both sides. My whole body felt like that, like there was something inside it, punching it from within.
I wasn't frightened but I felt alone, and that feeling was so strong, like a really bad smell - like a really bad smell where I was the really bad smell. I tried to remember something. I remembered Owner. I remembered kneeling. I remembered being his good boy. I remembered the Eric Clapton music.
I knew something was wrong.
What has happened? My eyes are still stuck shut, like trap doors. All I can see is red.
Men talking.
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He has been completely deactivated. Zero response.
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Client wants him to be returned to operation as soon as possible. He's asking how soon before it can be brought back online? and, can we start the process today?
Someone pulls each eyelid open in turn, shining a light into my retina, painfully.
- I don't think there's activity. Yeh, nothing. I think we need to make a fresh start. He can be checked over. He is depleted but in reasonable shape. What about his genitals? Client wants everything. Should be fine. We can make considerable improvements here. This definition can be improved. The skin colour needs to be deepened. This has to be tested. When can we do that? Tomorrow? Can he hear us? No matter. Right. Let's get on. Can you hear me? Blink if you can.
I cannot blink.
- Ok we need to do a thorough examination, here, and here, especially, just to ensure the healing is ready. Look, it just has to be good enough to hand over. We're nearly there.
I feel a hand touch my ballsack; it has been freshly shaved - I can feel a man's fingertips disturb the silky smooth wrinkled skin - and I somehow know there's no bush. The fingers play with my balls further. For some time I can feel fingertips tickling the underside and hold them and squeeze them gently, letting them slip through the soft warm bag.
- Can you just wait outside, please.
The fingers continue to play, then stroke my chest; my nipples are gripped and released. I'm hearing him beat himself off; I'm certain of it. He puts a finger in my mouth. He is masturbating over me. He pushes his wet finger between my legs and up my anus, beating himself off. I can hear it.
- Like, yeh, you do. Like that.
It hurts.
He cums with a quiet moan. Then he wipes my stomach. Then he goes out of the room; I hear the door click.
My anus hurts like I've had a bottle or some kind of huge hard object forced into it. And my stomach feels like it's being pushed. There's something inside it. What's going on, for fucks sake?
And I feel sick. I'm going to throw up.
I can't throw up.
I knew something was wrong.
All I can see is red.
The bed I am on has wheels and I am rolled to another room with very bright lights that shine into my eyes through my closed eyelids. All I can see is red. Then the lights go off. A door closes. It is silent and totally dark. Then I hear the door, the light comes on, the red illuminates, and footsteps and another set of hands is touching me. The feeling is of a man's hand on my body, like being painted with a large brush. He wipes my chest with his palm and he grabs my jaw and squeezes it and sticks a finger between my lips and rubs my teeth with the tip.
His breathing is huge, like a continuous sigh.
He kisses me and says, "Oh my god you're beautiful." He brushes my forehead. "What have they done! You deserve to be put right. This isn't decent, what they have done to you. We need to get you out."
I don't know what this means. He pushes an arm behind my neck and hugs me. I don't know who he is.
"My god you're such a mess."
I wish I could move.
I can smell his breath as he kisses me over and over again, gripping my neck with his arm. He strokes my face and neck, chest and stomach. His hand goes down and grabs me. Then he puts his arms around me and turns me over onto my face. Then he fucks me. The pain is huge. He forces himself in and fucks me until he ejaculates. Then he rolls me over onto my back again. Then he leaves the room. The lights are turned off.
My anus really really hurts.
I knew something was wrong.
The lights come on once more. There's a voice saying, "That's him, is he alright?"
It's Owner's voice. I want to shout. I can't shout. All I can see is red.
"I want it reinstalled and reactivated. This has been going on for too long. What have you been doing?"
"Extraction of the remnants of the compliancy restraint took longer than predicted due to the unexpectedness of the situation."
"Meaning?"
"As you know, the subject was involved in an incident ..."
"Yes."
"... that despite a SDRAACS shutoff it has ended in tragedy. There is an error in programming which we are having trouble identifying."
"Meaning?"
"Frankly the subject is incompatible. There are recalcitrant traits that the compliancy restraint cannot compensate for."
"Why hasn't this been said before?"
"Frankly you should have been told: The subject is not retrievable."
"Not retrievable? Look, just reinstall the compliancy restraint, reinitiate it, and we can go."
"It's not that simple, Sir. We cannot reinstall. Frankly, we should have not installed in the first place. The subject, as I said, is incompatible. Furthermore, what I am saying is that the subject has in any case been irretrievably damaged. This is partly due to the violence inflicted by the enforcement operators when the subject was apprehended in the supermarket car park ... "
Owner interrupted, "They had no reason to do that."
"They were preventing flight. The unprovoked attack ... "
"What attack? CCTV shows lewd acts but then the other bloke falls and my guy doesn't touch him!"
"We have all read the report. A lethal-dose narcotic was introduced to the victim's bloodstream during the sex act. This is a defensive function of the compliancy restraint which activates when certain threat criteria are present."
"There weren't any threat criteria present! There was no threat!"
"That if I may say so, Sir, is the problem. We still do not understand, but somehow systemic incompatibilities led to wrongful activation.
"If I may continue: Further damage to the subject occurred when the compliancy restraint was uninstalled by non-qualified individuals. Their haste caused neural and physical damage that would inhibit the safe and effective operation of the compliancy restraint. I can refer you to the relevant documentation, but essentially it all adds up to the same thing: The subject is irretrievable and should be terminated. Any delay would be legally and morally indefensible."
"My god ... I ... I thought it was fine."
"He's not. By no definition of the word is he 'fine'. He could be psychotic at best, were he to be revived, but since that option is no longer possible, now it is rather more accurate to say, technically, that he is ... dead."
I thought, "How can I be technically dead?"
Owner did not speak.
"I'm sorry, Sir," said the other voice.
"We were fine ..." said Owner.
"I'm truly sorry, but this is the situation we find ourselves in."
"We were fine! We were fine! He was excellent. He loved being controlled. He loved being compliant. He loved it. He loved being my property. He loved going about his life without having to worry, always able to believe he was pleasing me. That was the beauty of the thing. He knew where he was, and he knew that I always knew where he was. He was happy."
"I cannot say how truly sorry we are that this has happened. It is unfortunate."
"Unfortunate?!"
"Sorry Sir, I mean it is most sad. A real tragedy. But mistakes happen and this is what happens ... He should never have been installed; he had too great an incompatibility."
"And who's fault was that?"
"Pending investigation it is difficult to give a definitive answer to that question."
"Oh it is, is it?"
I thought, "How can I be technically dead?"
I knew something was wrong.
I heard Owner say, "I don't see why you shouldn't simply reinstall the compliance restraint like you did before, tidy up the mess, switch him back on and let us leave."
"Remember Sir, there has been a mortality. It would be foolhardy ..."
"Damn you!" said Owner.
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END OF The Compliancy Restraint - PART THREE